trip 23 June 2011
Himself is addicted to posting on Trip Advisor. He’s reviewing restaurants and hotels and the like and even took some pictures of the meal we had last night (in the excellent WINDING STAIR, Dublin) to put up on the site. But he’s in danger of losing the run of himself and letting it rule his life because, apparently, yesterday there were 3 votes saying a particular review he’d posted was helpful but today it read only 2 ‘votes’ and he’s gone into a bit of a decline decline…
In other news, the teenage me is obviously troubled and I think it’s the impending deadline for the teenage novel that’s scrambling my brain. I’m having all sorts of heavy dreams about loss, including one that involved the theatre show I’ve just done in Sheffield being cancelled one night because I wasn’t ready on time (in the dream, i must stress – that never happened* during the run!) Classic anxiety, I guess?
*and would never happen!
Brenda and Alice are killing lots of flies.
The ants are back and some of them have wings!
